Turning-Chapter 796

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Chapter 796

'…It’s been a while since this happened. I thought it was an illusion, but to think it’s real is astonishing.'

The somber ash-gray Peletta Castle. The extinguished stove. Kishiar from that day.

Yuder looked down at the sword in his grip, then clenched his teeth tightly.

Everything around him seemed to melt into a blur. In the midst of his fragmented and flowing memories, Yuder found himself, almost instinctively, plunging his sword into the heart of that man. A warm liquid, the only source of warmth in this cold and dark place, gushed forth. After a momentary glance at the fallen man, he discarded his sword and turned, heading for the secret passage.

But when he came to his senses, Yuder found himself once again facing that same man.

'…It’s been a while since this happened. I thought it was an illusion, but to think it’s real is …'

Staring blankly at the man's face, Yuder raised his sword once more, bringing it down over the man's smiling visage. Again, everything seemed to end.

And when he emerged from the secret passage into the darkness outside, Yuder found himself once again before Kisiar.

'…It’s been a while since this happened. I thought it was an illusion, but to think it’s real is …'

He repeated his actions in a frenzy, stabbing over and over.

Yet, no matter what he did, he couldn't escape the presence of the man, who bore the same smile.

Gasping for breath, Yuder ran through the pitch-black corridors of Peletta Castle's secret passages.

'Pant... Pant...'

Strangely, he heard the sound of water splashing beneath his feet, though no water was present. Turning reflexively, he saw crimson footprints in disarray, ending right behind him.

His head throbbed intensely. Ignoring the sticky liquid clinging to and dropping from his shoe soles, he kept running forward, no longer looking back.

Where must he go to escape this place?

Where indeed...

Then, in the midst of the darkness, he collided violently with someone.

'Ugh...'

Caught off guard, he nearly rebounded, but the other person quickly grasped him, pulling him close. Yuder struggled instinctively, trying to push the other away, but their strength was unexpectedly formidable.

"It's okay," whispered a gentle, familiar voice close to his ear.

"It's okay..."

The repeated whisper sent shivers down his spine. Only then did Yuder cease his struggling. The arms embracing him felt strangely comforting, like a protective barrier.

"Do you recognize me?" asked the voice, once Yuder had calmed down.

He ceased his labored breathing and lifted his head, which had been buried in the other's chest.

At first, he couldn't make out the other's face in the darkness of the passage. But as he blinked, his vision gradually cleared, as if black ink was being washed away.

A sharp jawline. Red lips. Pale, smooth cheeks. Long eyelashes framing glass-like eyes that gazed into his.

And the golden hair, just like the one he had seen fading beneath his sword moments ago.

"!" Yuder stiffened and tried to push him away, but the other grabbed his wrist and brought it to his face.

"Here, feel for yourself."

The overlapping hands fluttered above the other's face. This direct approach surely made the other's presence known to Yuder. Initially, Yuder just let his face be touched, shrinking his fingertips as the other led, but at some point, his hands became free. Yet, he continued to gently caress without realizing.

The man allowed Yuder to touch his face anywhere, obediently bowing his head. When Yuder brushed against the soft eyelashes, they curved beautifully. The plump lips were no different. Strangely, it felt familiar, but the sensation was still too vague to grasp.

Suddenly, a warm breath laced with laughter escaped through the man's lips. Unable to understand why he laughed, Yuder stopped his hand, prompting the man to speak.

“...Do you remember? I’ve touched you like this before.”

“…”

“Back then, and even now, we're following the same path. Perhaps this is what it feels like to know who the other person is just by the touch of fingertips.”

At first, Yuder didn't understand the meaning.

But those words, like the last drop in a full cup of water, slowly awakened Yuder's blurred consciousness.

Yuder slowly and awkwardly opened and closed his eyes.

Then, he finally gazed straight into the eyes of the man before him.

“…Kishiar.”

Despite his hoarse, almost torn voice, the man smiled gently, softening his brows.

“…Commander?”

“Yes.”

The man overlaid his hand on Yuder's, which still rested on his cheek, tilting his head.

“It's me.”

His eyes, filled with tender blurriness, disappeared behind the lowered eyelashes, and his lips pressed firmly onto the palm. Yuder then realized that the drenched blood had somehow vanished completely.

“What's this? Why am I here… Earlier, it definitely wasn’t… this place…”

“Dreams are like that. You don’t dream because you want to, nor avoid because you don't.”

Kishiar answered firmly yet gently.

“So, shall we leave now?”

“...But how… Where exactly?”

“Isn’t this Peletta Castle? I guess we just have to go that way.”

The fact that up until now, no matter where he went, he had only encountered Kishiar of 'that day', made Yuder agitated. However, Kishiar started walking down the corridor, unfazed, holding Yuder's hand.

Yuder hesitated but then followed him.

What if, at the end of this, the same scene unfolded again? Would it be another repeat in front of Kishiar?

As Yuder gripped the hand in the pitch-black confusion, Kishiar turned his head.

He spoke as if knowing why Yuder was acting so.

“It's alright. Whatever awaits us at the end...”

“…”

“I won’t be the one to let go of this hand first.”

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In response, the man's fingers intertwined tightly with Yuder's. The strength and warmth of the firmly held hand captivated Yuder, making it impossible to pull away.

With each step toward the end of the corridor, the surroundings grew increasingly hazy, but it no longer felt like a dark maw about to swallow him.

Why, he wondered. The answer came surprisingly easily.

This time, it wasn’t just him alone. There were two of them.

“-…”

Yuder softly opened his mouth, inhaled, and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the flame of the burning magic stone stove. As he blankly stared at it, a voice came from beside him.

"Did you sleep well?"

"…Commander?"

"Yes."

The man who had been embracing Yuder from the side pressed his lips to his cheek and lightly rubbed his forehead. His eyes, as if having just woken from a shared sleep, looked languid.

‘…Wait a minute. Why are we like this?’

Yuder blinked and suddenly felt as if he'd been doused with cold water, jolting awake. He quickly sat up and looked around.

“What… What happened? I thought I just closed my eyes for a moment in Peletta… No. In the dream, the Commander…”

“Yes. We were connected in the dream. Just like last time.”

Although Yuder was the one who had the dream, Kishiar responded calmly, as if wondering why Yuder was so surprised.

“When I came back, my lovely assistant was sleeping with such a tired face. I tried to take you to the bedroom, but you wouldn't wake up easily, and it seemed you weren't having a pleasant dream.”

“So… What did you do?”

“I wrapped you in a blanket and held you tight, praying fervently for you to sleep well. And then, voila. Suddenly I was there.”

The tone was so light it was hard to believe. But there was no reason for Kishiar to lie in such a situation, so it must be true.

Yuder bit his lip and cautiously asked.

“…So, did you see it this time too?”

“See what? Your dream?”

“…”

“All I saw was you wandering through the underground passages of Peletta Castle. Unlike before, I was glad I could catch you without having to call out several times.”

That meant Kishiar hadn't seen the scene of himself dying. Yuder exhaled deeply, relieved.

‘That's fortunate.’

Even if one knows about it through words, seeing such a scene directly is decidedly different. Moreover, this dream… it felt similar yet entirely different, distorted in a new way. It felt less like reviving forgotten memories and more like only glimpsing shattered fragments.

Even now, awake from the dream, all that remained was a faint sensation of seeing Kishiar that day and the dreadful feeling of wandering through the passage. There was no sense of gaining new information or feeling like any gaps had been filled.

“Anyway, I never expected to see the secret passages of Peletta Castle like that. So, it must have been that time in this dream.”

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'

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Leonardo Blaine, the true war hero of the Raina Logia Empire and the commander of the Armsilver 11th Squad, is dishonorably discharged for disobeying orders during the final battle that could have led the Empire to victory in the territorial war. People criticize and point fingers at him, and after being released on parole from prison, he disappears without a trace.

Three years later, his name has been forgotten by the world. The Council has been persistently pursuing him, but he has proven difficult to capture. Frustrated by this, Hugo Agrizendro, the commander of the Council's army, decides to personally apprehend him.

"Since when have you been watching me?"

Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

"From the very beginning."

[BL] The Mist (Same author as Turning)

In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

A few years later, the world's first real virtual reality game <THE MIST> was announced, where even those with physical disabilities could play in healthy bodies.

By chance, Kang Mu-heon encountered it and began a new life as the mage Kapros, facing unexpected meetings, reunions, and days of change....

***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

As he stood there unable to think due to the shock, he suddenly remembered the biggest reason he had decided to play this game, and snapped back to attention. His two legs were still as they had been when he first stood.

'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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[BL] Cloudless Sky

Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

As Soram sluggishly lives his life waiting for that moment, a gradual change occurs in his heart.

'I thought this was a messed-up round... but I want to live a little longer here.'